Chapter 29 [Mr. Chen’s head]
Looked at it several times.
Hu Bayi finally moved his eyes away from Shirley Yang's face.
I didn’t dare to look up again.
Hu Bayi thought that none of the four ancient beauties could compare to this one. He would have to use Su Daji to describe her beauty, which would harm the country and the people.
At the same time, Hu Bayi grabbed a handful of Fatty.
The fat man seemed to be awakened from a dream. He turned his head away just like Hu Bayi, not daring to look at Shirley Yang, leaving Yang An and Shirley Yang smiling.
Hu Bayi touched his nose depressedly and made sure there was no nosebleed before he said depressedly.
"It's not me. Miss Yang, why did you suddenly become like this? You must have been possessed by some vixen..."
"Fuck you, How can you talk?" Shirley Yang rolled her eyes at Hu Bayi.
In front of the four of them was a hot copper pot, surrounded by plates of hand-cut fresh lamb.
Red and white, not as thin as a cicada's wings, but moderately thick. Rinse it once, then coat it with fragrant sesame sauce, sesame oil and chive flowers. Take one bite and it will leave you with a mouth-watering aroma.
Hu Bayi and Fatty had a hard time during this time, and they were scrimping on food and clothing.
This meeting smells the aroma, don’t worry about anything, let’s talk about things after eating and drinking.
They will move their chopsticks one after another.
"Eat, eat, eat, don't be polite."
This meal has to be eaten in a rush to make it delicious.
Especially both Yang An and Shirley Yang became big eaters after their physical fitness improved.
In addition, Lao Hu and Fatty, who already have good appetites.
Four people.
The chopsticks flew up.
"Lao Hu, don't grab it from me. If you don't have enough, ask for more."
"That's right, Lao Hu, my sister is treating you today. Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."< br>
"Little Yang Ye's appetite is also very good. He can eat more than I did when I was in the army."
Ten pounds of mutton is not enough to eat.
There were piles of plates, and even the clerk was stunned.
Who would have thought that Shirley Yang, a beautiful girl, eats harder than men.
In the end, both Hu Bayi and Fatty were dumbfounded.
Just watched Yang An and Shirley Yang quickly sweep away the mutton on the table.
“No, Lao Hu, I wasn’t dreaming, was this American girl, Ms. Yang, sick? Can she eat so well?”
The fat man poked Hu Bayi and said in a low voice. Hu Bayi looked strange and a thought flashed in his mind.
This little Mr. Yang can awaken some kind of super power. Isn’t this Shirley Yang also awakening some extraordinary power?
Hu Bayi really guessed it right.
When Yang An and Shirley Yang finally finished eating, Shirley Yang regained her grace and wiped her mouth with a tissue, sorry.
“I’ve been eating a lot lately. It’s funny”
"It's okay, it's okay. It's a blessing to be able to eat." The fat man quickly answered.
Asking the waiter to remove the copper pot, the four of them started talking about business.
Hu Bayi could no longer bear it any longer and went straight to the topic.
"Little Master Yang, are you sure you can find the location of Muchen Bead?"
"It's natural, it's just over Nanyun."
Yang An wiped his mouth and refused the cigarette offered by the fat man. Now that his senses were sharp, he naturally did not want to poison his body with this thing.
“What about the specific location?” Hu Bayi asked impatiently.
"Lao Hu, don't worry, listen to me." Yang An explained from the beginning.
Original.
After being circulated several times, the Muchen Bead finally landed in the ancient Dian Kingdom. It was obtained by King Xian, a leader of the ancient Dian Kingdom at that time.
King Xian is famous for his proficiency in the art of killing, which is a secret art of inserting insects into the human body. It is very cruel and will give birth to monsters.
At the same time, King Xian was also proficient in the secrets of Feng Shui. After getting the Muchen Bead, he did some research and actually led half of the ancient Dian people to break away from the ethnic group and go to the deep mountains filled with miasma to found a country.
In order to ascend to immortality, he spent more than twenty years building a huge mausoleum and buried himself in it, along with the Muchen Bead.
And those tribesmen who followed King Xian and wandered around could not bear to endure King Xian's cruelty and cruelty.
After his death, he returned to the ancient Dian Kingdom and presented a human skin map to the king's tomb.
The location of King Xian’s tomb is marked above, as well as the dangers of various organs.
“If you want to find King Xian’s tomb, you need this map.”
Hearing Yang An’s description, Hu Bayi frowned deeply.
The fat man on the side couldn't help but ask: "Little Master Yang, you have the ability to predict, but you can't see where the tomb of King Xian is? Where can I find this so-called map?"
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"That's right, this thing has been around for so many years. Who knows where it is thrown away, it might have been completely rotten." Hu Bayi also said depressedly.
Finding a human skin map is no different from finding a bead.
But Yang An sat there steadily and said quietly: "I already know who holds the map, and I asked others to bring him back."
"Huh?! "
At this moment, Hu Bayi and Fatty were speechless and looked at each other. Really or not, this must be too clever for Mr. Yang.
The fat man couldn't help himself and wanted to please his fat face.
"Little Master Yang, please help me and Lao Hu find out what will happen to us in the future. Can we live to be a hundred years old? Do we have a wife?"
" "Fuck you."
Yang An knew that Fatty didn't hold anything back: "You think I'm a master of dancing. I know everything. I can only predict what happened to Muchen Bead, and it's just a rough idea. There's no way the prophet can compare."
"That's it."
The fat man was a little disappointed, but Hu Bayi thought it was normal. If this prediction ability was really so easy to obtain, wouldn't it be a mess?
"I see, maybe the prophet has known for a long time that the hope of the Zagrama family to lift the curse in the future lies in you, Mr. Yang, so he will give you this ability."
Hu Bayi speculated.
The fat man is even more curious, who holds the map of the King's Tomb.
Right now.
An old figure, leaning on a cane, walked shakily from the door into the mutton-shabu restaurant.
Looking at his old appearance and wearing a pair of sunglasses, he seemed to be blind. The waiter thought he was here to beg and was just about to chase him away.
But he was stopped by Yang An.
"Mr. Chen, this way."
Yang An stood up and called to the old man who was standing at the door, looking around. He waited for him to come this way, and then turned to the surprised Hu Bayi smiled.
"Far away in the horizon and right before our eyes, it's this old man."
The skill of speaking.
Blind Chen had already walked over to the crowd and struck the fat man with his crutch from left to right, just hitting the fat man's calf.
"Hey! You old man, don't you have eyes?" The fat man got angry again.
Was stopped by Hu Bayi: "Fat man!"
Can't you tell if a person is blind? Why do he have eyes?
Chen Yulou, who was picked up all the way from Xishan by Yang An, smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.
"Okay, Yang family boy, let me stay in the guest house alone, and come over to eat and drink. If I hadn't made a fortune and expected you to be here, I wouldn't have had this good fortune."< br>
Yang An laughed as he heard the sound of a vehicle stopping just now.
I must have asked someone from the guest house to deliver it.
Chen Yulou has been very good at talking with his mouth for so many years, and he even made a fortune.
But I can fool others, but I can't fool him.
"Sit down first, Mr. Chen. Since you are here just in time, can you show us the map of King Xian's Tomb?"
(End of Chapter)
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